Tugboat Friday

Charlene journal 11 Comments

Today – appropriately, a beautiful, crisp autumn day – is Tug Boat Friday. I feel like saying “the rest of my life” because I finally have the clearance to get into the port as much as I like, but perhaps that would be exaggerating things. But I did get on some tugs today. And you better believe I can’t wait for the next time. For more posts on tugs, go here. And for the Tug Boat Dreaming gallery, go here.

Row Row Row Your Boat

Charlene journal 106 Comments

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you will know I dream about tugboats sometimes – granted, dreaming is about as much as i get to do about them these days. I like all sorts of boats though. I like the way most of them smell – of brine, fuel, fish, rotting seaweed, barnacle, wet rope, rusting anchors and other things. I love the shape of them, the way they move in the water; some, foursquare and unshakable as anything, others that roll and pitch in a ripple, and still others that skim the surface with sheer contact, like sea birds. I don’t know much about boats; they simply appeal to the aesthetics of all my senses (except perhaps taste; i’ve yet to go that far). …

Tug Boat Dreaming

Charlene journal 25 Comments

Photographers that pursue long term projects usually possess a great amount of knowledge around their chosen subject matter, whether through extensive research, sheer curiosty, the love of it, necessity, or all of the above. At the outset of my now-labelled Realistic Project, I feel it’s important to establish that I know next to nothing about my chosen subject matter at this time, and that you’ll be following me on my journey of getting to know tugs, as well as my experiences of being on them.